[b]"Qasan T'Lora..."[/b] She touched her right hand to her forehead and bowed slightly as is customary for her people. [b]"...that all sounds like a good plan but I'm beat. I could use a rest and a good drink."[/b] She stretched her arms out and leaned back against her old jeep. Surely he wouldn't mind if they waited until the early morning. It was already getting late and a few hours rest would do her (and probably him too since he walked) a world of good. [b]"Besides, if you want muscle in any town you start with the bar!"[/b] She smiled to herself, even if it was true she was still using it as an excuse to get drunk. It had been too long since T'Lora tasted a drop of anything other than recycled water and it was time to fix that. She started to climb back in the jeep. [b]"Do you want to come along or should I just meet you somewhere?"[/b]